Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Oh, what did they say?" Dumbledore asked softly, not seeming very surprised.

Harry repeated it, Dumbledore listened impassively, and when he had finished he fell silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you for telling me about it, Harry, but I suggest you take it to heart. Go on. The most important thing right now is to summon the demon, well, I don't think what you said is very important."

"Not very important?" said Harry in disbelief. "Professor, do you really understand..."

"Yes, Harry, thank God for my extraordinary intelligence, I understand everything you tell me." Dumbledore said a little bit sharply, "I think you can even believe that I understand better than you, I am very glad that you Can tell me about it, but let me assure you that you said nothing that disturbs me."

Chapter 1399 The Devil's Altar

Harry stared at Dumbledore unwillingly, feeling as if a pot had boiled over in his heart.He didn't understand why Dumbledore had such a reaction?Did he instruct Snape to find out Malfoy's movements, and has he heard what he said from Snape?Or was he actually worried and just pretending to be nonchalant?

"Then, sir!" said Harry in what he hoped was a polite, calm voice, "you still trust..."

"Well, Harry, I have answered this question with enough tolerance." Dumbledore said, but his tone was no longer forgiving. "My answer has not changed. Now, I think we should return our focus to the present question." things."

Harry looked at Dumbledore blankly, then looked back at Ivan, hoping for help.

The implication in Dumbledore's tone was that this was the end of the subject, that he didn't want to discuss things like Malfoy's assassination of him or whether Snape could be trusted.

Of course he trusted Snape and knew what Malfoy was doing, there was no doubting that.

To be honest, Ivan wanted to ask Dumbledore what he was going to do.

But in the end, he still didn't say anything. Looking at Dumbledore's expression, he knew that he would not answer this question, and now was not the time to talk about such things.

In the few minutes after this topic ended, the atmosphere was slightly dull.

The surrounding environment also made everyone refrain from speaking too much, for fear of disturbing the rest of these dead house elves.

And so they stopped at last at the rack of mutilated house-elf heads.

This is the entrance to the demon altar. The skin of the house elf heads on the shelf is a strange light blue color, and they are more or less missing an organ or damaged, just like the face of a mad-eyed man. The scary bulb-like big eyes stared at Ivan and the others fiercely.

The heads on the shelf were not just hurt, they had a certain haunted hatred on their faces.

This kind of expression shouldn't appear on such a submissive creature as a house elf, but now it appears, it looks extraordinarily weird.

No one spoke, and even Harry stopped thinking too much about Dumbledore and Snape and Malfoy.

The sound of nervous heartbeat and even breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet and treacherous atmosphere.

"These house-elves suffered in their lifetime!" said Dumbledore softly. "Okay, stand back, we need to decipher the magic mechanism left here."

As he spoke, he took out his wand and tapped it on the mummified head of a house-elf.

Bang, bang, bang, as if knocking on the door, the elf's closed eyes suddenly opened...

It looked ferociously at the six people in front of it, opened and closed its mouth, as if it wanted to eat them alive.

Elaine gave a low scream, covered her mouth hastily, and hid behind Hermione.

Because she had been here before, Hermione was prepared in her heart, but her stiff body still betrayed her.

Ivan is used to it, and the faces of Harry and Ron beside him are very pale.

The moment the eyes of the house-elf's mummified head opened, their heartbeats also sped up, but they persisted.However, Ron couldn't help shouting when the groups of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps appeared in front of them and flew towards them.

Dumbledore flicked his wand vigorously, and all the will-o'-the-wisps disappeared.

"Interesting, interesting." He said softly, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"What's interesting, Professor?" Ivan asked.

"Do you know what kind of magic this is? Do you have any impression of the magic just now?" Dumbledore asked back.

"I have no impression, Professor." Ivan thought about it carefully and said, "It just feels weird."

Yes, it's just weird.

When he came last time, he felt very strange, whether it was the fluctuation of the surrounding magic power or this magic.

"Of course it's strange, because it's not wizard magic," said Dumbledore.

It's not magic cast by a wizard, what do you mean?

Could it be the magic of house elves?Or the magic of the demon below?

After a heart-rending sound, the entire shelf slid open to the right to reveal the space behind.They walked in one by one, and Dumbledore was the first person. His right hands covered with strange spells held the wand and raised it high. The wand emitted a bright white light, dispelling all the darkness.

Behind him, Harry, Ron, Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine walked last.

The stairs went down all the way, and the ground, the deputy on both sides, and the surrounding walls were all large black rocks.

The rocks are dark, cold, and extraordinarily gloomy. They seem to merge into one, absorbing all the light.

But Dumbledore's right hand holding up the wand was very steady, and the light from the end of the wand became stronger and stronger.

Although the darkness was driven away, the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and it was enveloped unstoppably.

Soon, they will exhale white mist when they breathe.

This place is already close to the center of the demon altar, and the ground is covered by a thin layer of ice.

Not only the ground, but everything as far as the eye can see has a strange light blue luster.

This is the color of frost, here is the world of ice.

Aiwen couldn't help guessing whether the source of the air-conditioning in the food cold storage above was this place.

Although it is December and everyone is wearing thick robes, the cold seems to reach the heart.

Ivan's wand passed over himself, Hermione, Elaine, Harry, and Ron in turn, using magic to keep warm.

Dumbledore didn't do anything, he didn't seem to feel the cold, he was looking at the end of the stairs.

There, everything was shiny, black rock covered with thick ice, and the ice was formed into strange shapes.

It was an ice wall, and with the strong fluctuation of magic power, the blue halo behind the ice wall flashed from time to time.

"Be careful!" said Dumbledore, and went on.

The passage that Ivan entered last time was covered by ice again, leaving no traces.

White mist rose from the end of Dumbledore's wand, and soon the thick wall of ice was melting to create an opening.

Inside, the Demon Altar glows blue and seems to be made entirely of frost.

The altar is made up of dozens of huge stone blocks, forming a concentric circle shape, which looks extraordinarily magnificent.

Each stone is a huge rectangle, standing upright on the ground, about ten feet high, and adjacent stones are connected by another rock across the top, in different numbers and in different directions , or spanning two pieces, or three to four pieces, the combined groups are arranged together to form a peculiar pattern.

The stone is not smooth and complete, and grooves of various shapes are irregularly distributed on it.

Each groove is inlaid with precious stones, which are divided into cyan and blue, emitting a faint brilliance.

You can see it clearly when you get closer. There are light blue complex magic lines between the gems, and light flashes across it from time to time...

Chapter 1400 House Elf Devil

Every time the light blue light flashed completely, a large amount of cold air was released.

The cold air met the surrounding air, stirring up a large amount of white mist, which quickly spread around.

Even with the protection of magic, Aiwen could feel a burst of cold hit his face.

At this moment, in the white mist, everything seemed to be frozen.

Even the air looked like it was about to freeze.

Just as Ivan was about to raise his wand, the biting chill quickly subsided.

Red-gold flames swirled from Dumbledore's wand, dispelling the chill around them.

Dumbledore stood at the forefront, fire dancing in his eyes.His wand was held high like a torch, and flames shot out from the tip of the wand. Under his control, these flames did not spread, but formed a ring surrounding Aiwen and the others in the center.

He stared at the demon altar in the center and at the huge demon statue above it.

This is a house-elf with a strange shape. Its skin is dark blue. It doesn't have the familiar humble and flattering smile of a house-elf on its face. sneer.

"Is this the devil?"

"Ewen, thanks to the horror you said before. It's far from the devil I imagined. This is a blue-skinned house elf." Elaine shivered as she spoke, and stomped her feet vigorously, "Okay cold!"

"I also said that the appearance and form of demons are different." Ivan said.

"To be honest, it looks like it's been poisoned." Ron commented objectively.

"What was that chill just now?" Harry asked.

"It's the magic breath generated by the operation of the demon altar." Aiwen said, also looking at the house-elf demon statue in the center. "Obviously, the magic of this blue house-elf demon is related to frost."

"What should we do now?" Hermione asked. "I mean, how do we summon it?"

"Just put the prepared sacrifices on the stone platform in front." Ivan pointed to the huge platform in front of the demon statue, which was densely carved with ancient runes. He turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, "Professor ?”

"Let's get started, Ivan, it's okay for you to perform this magic?" Dumbledore said.

"Well, it should be fine." Ivan nodded.

During this period of time, he has studied this demon summoning magic many times, and he is very familiar with it.

Aiwen stepped forward, took out the body of the house elf that he got from Mundungus not long ago, and some other spell-casting materials, and placed them on the huge stone platform in front of the statue.

According to translations of these ancient runes, these materials are required to summon demons.

A piercing white mist rose from the altar again, and the surrounding atmosphere gradually became dignified.

Even though the appearance of this house-elf devil is far from the real devil, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Elaine all watched Ivan's movements nervously, staring with breathless expressions, cautious and alert, waiting It's coming.

After placing everything on the stone platform, Ivan looked back at Dumbledore.

Then he tapped the end of his wand on the stone.

He began to recite the last ancient rune of the stone platform softly, which was a spell that summoned demons to descend.

Along with the sound, blue halos began to emerge from the tip of his wand, like ripples in water.

Soon, these halos merged with the altar, converging into the gemstones and magic lines on it.The surrounding temperature seemed to be getting lower, and Aiwen saw the corpse of the house elf that had been placed in front of him slowly floating into the air, rotating at a certain angle.

His magic power is integrated with the magic on the altar, mana consumption, magic progress...

Above the demon statue, a cloud of smoke is gathering, which seems to lead to another world.

Alvin raised his head and looked there, trying his best to see clearly.

In the center of the cloud is a mass of darkness, deep darkness, where is the endless void, the world of demons.

In the next second, divine blue rays of light flashed out, like lightning, they emerged from the cloud one after another, and the rays of light converged on the corpse of the elf floating in mid-air, its skin color was rapidly turning blue color change.

A blue-skinned house-elf, a Smurf? !

But it's not just the skin color that has changed, but also its demeanor and momentum.

As the magic went on, the dead house-elf, who now looked more and more like the demon on the statue.

This incantation was not very long, and Ivan finished reading it quickly. He knew that his magic had succeeded.

Because after he uttered the last byte, a strange voice rang in his ear.

The pitch of the voice was high-pitched, and it sounded like a house-elf talking, it was the demon.

"Who are you and why did you summon me?" it asked.

At the same time as the voice sounded, the eyes of the completely changed house-elf corpse opened.

It stood upright on the stone platform, looking at Aiwen in front of it.

Aiwen could clearly see that the eyes in front of him were completely blue, without eyeballs.

This is the color of magic, the corpse has been given new life by magic, and the demon is living in it.

"I summoned you!" Ivan paused and continued, "I am a student of Hogwarts..."

"What did I see, a group of Hogwarts wizards, interesting, interesting." The demon said in a sharp voice, his blue bulb-like eyes staring at Ivan, "Hogwarts, huh, so long has passed , I thought this school had long since ceased to exist. Did you summon me to be my servant? If you are willing to sacrifice your souls, I will consider it."

"No, we just want to ask you a few questions." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Ask me a few questions?" It looked at Dumbledore, flinched back a bit, looked at Dumbledore and the flames emerging from the end of the wand in awe, and quickly returned to normal, "That's asking for my help Well? I won't help you unless it pleases me. Also, stop your magic, wizard, I don't like this feeling, you're boring me."

Dumbledore didn't answer, his wand moved forward in response.

The flames that had been surrounding Aiwen and the others surrounded it like a huge and warm noose, and the house elves and demons surrounded by the "noose" panicked, trying to escape and surround them in a daze. the flames...

"You seem to have misunderstood a question, this is not a request," said Dumbledore gently.